Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2403 | 2015-04-27 16:26:30 | 56.52 | 90% |
| 2073 | 2012-07-08 19:28:54 | 55.89 | 93% |
| 1348 | 2010-06-12 07:04:25 | 42.81 | |
| 1171 | 2010-04-23 21:13:43 | 36.17 | |
| 1014 | 2010-04-17 07:21:58 | 37.28 | |
| 929 | 2010-04-16 09:47:56 | 31.31 | |
| 749 | 2010-04-02 22:03:34 | 28.14 |